SONNET DESPITE

darling she said darling he said
love is work draw me that triangle
again tell me it’s the strongest
shape you and me are always near
an open window that’s three we
expected firework but settled for
romance in the shape of tuna
melts we go away to try to miss
us from a different angle I want that
feeling of swallowing a big ripe beet want
mine to bleed with yours that makes
two he said yes two he said yes two

she said the third is all the nameless
that keeps us rising despite despite

—OLIVER BENDORF